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But I think Eva Stratt wouldn't be as compelling if she was a man, I think the reason we love her so much and are so incredibly on her side is because she's a woman, and I mean this as a compliment.

Because Sandra Huller was right, they're aren't alot of female characters like her, there aren't a lot of characters like her who aren't love interests.

She's there to do her job, and dammit she doesn't have the fucking time to play nice or to think about the morality or optics of the situation.

Her whole thing about wanting only straight men on the Hail Mary?

Logical, problem solving, if a man had said that, we all would have scoffed, maybe we did, but she's not some man making an argument that men are superior beings, that queer people should be excluded.

For this specific journey, certain things can't happen, we can't be leaking blood into space, we can't risk them all fucking one another.

Even her making the right decision and stripping Grace of his autonomy, I really don't think it would have hit the same.

My sweet little baby, she was lost in the depths of space and rescued by the Helios crew.

Obviously thee were parts that had been edited out for a public audience, but they got most of the story.

Men, women and children everywhere watched in awe, studying memorizing every detail of the discovery.

None more then Carl Boyce, chest flooding with guilt at every sentence; and despite not being scientist, he made a discovery.

If he brought it to anyone's attention he'd probably become famous for it, win countless awards.

Drawing attention to it would also bring him a great deal of embarrassment.

It also broke his heart...

Over the course of the videos, Carl notices something as he watches Dr. Ryland Grace ramble over and over again.

The small tattoo of a fox they had printed onto his arm was changing. Shifting over the soulmark on his wrist making it visible once more.

Except it wasn't the same one, and it didn't stand out against the scientists skin. The words that Carl had said on the day they sedated him faded away and now white unreadable music note scrawled on their place.

Somehow the trip to Tauceti-e, to Adrian- had changed Grace's fate.

The impossible had happend far off on another star.

By saving earth, Grace had forgotten and gained a new soulmate without ever remembering.

It's almost funny that the two last things he'd ever heard his soulmates speak were,

I raise you, soulmate au where instead of the first sentence your soulmate says you, it's the last.

Ryland has amnesia, he won't remember until the very, very end of his journey.

And Carl's is his own name, he has to check, he has to inspect Ryland comatose body himself, just to make sure it's the same.

There it is, written cleanly on the scientist skin,

'you know who you are.'

But not cod Ryland Grace, he was anything but alone, he had an entire planet of scientists dedicated to his thriving survival.

He had his burgers, he had Armando, he had his students, and most importantly he had Rocky.

Everything he needed to live a long fulfilling life on Erid was easily within his grasp.

Except there was a constant dull pull, on the base of his skull, a buzzing drone that he couldn't silence.

He'd only gotten the occasional headache back on earth, the neverending throb was an interesting adjustment. He suspected there was a problem with the pressure in his bio dome, but Rocky had told him the Eridian's had found no such change.

Regardless, he was a human living on an alien planet.

He lumped into the laundry list of side effects.

He woke up one night, sheets drenched in sweat despite shivering as blood began dripped down his face.

Blood?

He wiped a hand over his face and stared in bewilderment at the thick red substance. 'Crap' he thought and clamored out of his bed, rushing towards his sink.

The three of them are apart of the same extinction event but are at different ends.

Grace and Rocky are at the beginning and Simon is at the end.

Somehow they make contact with each other. But it's nothing overly solid, it's essentially exchanging emails, but hundreds of years apart, reaching out across time in their isolation.

Maybe they fall in love, or just find platonic comfort in the additional companionship, or maybe they use it as a way to try and fix the outcome of their own extinctions.

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